the stories of heart have to be told to heart in the beautiful weather,
blue-ish eyes have to be made my own in this youth,
every moment, eyelids,
every moment, yeah,
two eyelids in which you apply a kohl,
every moment, weave me too in those eyelids,
beats, why don't you understand the pain of heartbeat,
beats, why?
beats, yeah!

This story of my youth is incomplete without you,
Your being mine, your being mine is compulsory now,
after being inflammed,
inflammed, yeah,
after being inflammed our love shouldn't be put off, do something,
inflammed (by agony of distance), why should we pass days and nights without each other
beats, why don't you understand the pain of heartbeat,
beats, why?
beats, yeah!